t to be seen. Jack, however quickly pointed to some tall bushes
that grew on a slope to their left, more in the direction of the lake.

"There he is! See them bushes wave, Chuck? Better send in a bullet!"

"Cut it!" exclaimed Charlie sharply as Jack brought up his rifle.
"Remember what the General said--that we'd have to catch him when he
wasn't looking? Got to bust a leg first crack or we're goners. Say,
how'll the rest know where we are?"

"They can follow our tracks," cried Jack over his shoulder, as he fell
into a lope and headed for the bushes, beyond which rose trees. They
were but four hundred yards away, and could plainly be seen waving as
some heavy body struggled through them. The thought crossed Charlie's
brain as he followed, that even Schoverling would have a hard time
tracking; them on that high, rocky ground, but he dismissed it
carelessly enough. Amir Ali pounded along after them, grimly determined
not to be left behind.

They were soon near the bushes, but instead of venturing into them, Jack
turned aside toward a small hill. Charlie was at his heels, and a moment
later the two boys drew up with a simultaneous cry of dismay.

"Rhino!" ejaculated Charlie in disgust. "We're a dandy pair, we are!"

Emerging from the bushes, a hundred yards farther on, was a huge
rhinoceros. They were now down-wind, and he neither heard nor saw them,
but trotted off lumberingly without so much as a glance in their
direction.

"We're a nice bunch of idiots," said Jack angrily, unconsciously
including the innocent Amir in the epithet. "We just saw something big
and gray moving around, and took it for granted he was an elephant. We
should have stuck to the trail, Chuck."

"Well," returned Charlie, "we're here. Next question is, where are we?"

"Where are we?" repeated Jack, turning in surprise. "Why, we headed east
to that first clump of trees, and then north to here. There's the bamboo
patch we left, over there."

"Not much," retorted his chum with conviction. "We headed south first,
and then east. There's our elephant trail," and he pointed to a second
patch of bamboo jungle to their left.

For a moment the two stared at each other. Then Jack broke into a laugh.

"Say, remember that story 'bout the two tenderfeet up north o' Smith's
Landing? One said east was one way, the other said it was the other way.
They had a scrap and each went east for the camp. An hour later they
come face to face in the same place. Wel